Leo Yankevich

Silver Star - 3,448 Points (October 30,1961 / Farrell, Pennsylvania)

Leo Yankevich Poems

241. Billie 5/7/2008
242. Black Oak 5/15/2008
243. Bethlehem 5/7/2008
244. Baroque Nativity Scene 3/13/2011
245. A Hater Learns About Love 7/27/2010
246. Barcelona,1936 2/12/2008
247. No Flowers, No Doves 9/22/2004
248. Ah, Love 2/6/2009
249. Eastertide 9/22/2004
250. After The Old Masters 2/7/2009
251. Break Of Dawn 2/13/2008
252. An Autumn Evening 12/26/2007
253. Babcia 4/10/2011
254. At A Suicide’s Grave(1869-1897) 8/13/2009
255. After 20 Years Of Marriage 5/12/2009
256. A Warning To Dissidents 3/6/2006
257. A December Wish 2/11/2008
258. Apollo’s Archaic Torso 5/4/2008
259. A Tiny Glow 9/20/2004

Comments about Leo Yankevich

  • Margaret O Driscoll Margaret O Driscoll (7/13/2015 4:10:00 AM)

    Glad I checked out your poetry, just read Mother In The Garden and it nearly had me in tears!

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  • Amir Mohammad Islami Chalandar (6/6/2014 7:51:00 AM)

    excellent poems. you are great in explaining your feels. i invite you to read my poem

  • Dennis N. O'brien Dennis N. O'brien (10/27/2012 6:04:00 PM)

    Thanks for posting your poems here - I enjoy reading them.
    Best wishes
    Dennis N. O'Brien

  • Michael Shepherd (9/21/2004 8:13:00 AM)

    Leo - I am moved by and admire your poems enormously. Will you tell michael@shepherd87.fsnet.co.uk if you have published, or intend to publish? Best wishes.

Best Poem of Leo Yankevich

A Tiny Glow

Without the moon or stars to guide his sight,
without a glint from shanties down below,
he rested on the foggy hill that night,
and begged the heavens for a tiny glow.

Despair turned into dream... a little boat
with fishermen inside in search of faith,
a boat which, neither sinking nor afloat,
now blindly drifted past a drowning wraith.

And he among them, but incapable
of seeing a reflection in the waves,
which lapped against the stormy parable
like hammers beating iron into staves.

But when he woke at dawn his eyes could see
light ...

Read the full of A Tiny Glow

Veterans’ Hospital

Some nights are never-ending hells
for these old veterans in our care.
We do not hand out pills, but shells,
as out of battlefields they stare
from over sixty years ago
on far-off Guam or Guadalcanal.
With trembling hands they try to show
how the bravest or youngest fell.
We console them with a cold cup,

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